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Blood Moon

Chapter eighteen

Dean could actually feel Sam's blood enter his system. He took an involuntary step backward as he felt a warm burning feeling shoot up his arm and then down across his chest.

"You okay?" Bobby asked grabbing Dean's arm to steady him.

It took Dean a few seconds to recover.

"Yeah...yeah I'm okay."

Dean looked over at Sam who now was completely under the virus's control. He fought the restraints with everything he had. His young handsome face was now twisted with hate and rage; his lip curled back showing his clenched teeth as he looked at them. His only thought, to get lose and rip them both to shreds. Dean wondered if one day that would be him. He knew if this didn't work he had just committed himself to a life of hell. He knew if he too became infected he would have to talk it over with Sam when his brother was himself again and together they would decide what to do. He already knew Sam wanted to end it before he hurt anyone and he himself knew he'd want the same thing. He didn't blame Sam for not wanting to live month to month knowing what he would become. And Dean knew if one of them ever tasted human blood it would get worse, much worse. Then the virus would take completely over and they would have no control at all over their behavior. Once they tasted human blood they would spend their lives killing humans and they then would become the thing that they now hunted. He looked down at Sam and his heart broke seeing his brother in so much pain and filled with so much rage. Sam was the kindest, gentlest person he knew, and it hurt him to see his brother filled with such hate and rage and to know that right now he would kill someone without any hesitation. Sam wouldn't want to live like that and neither would he. If this didn't work, they'd go into the woods and take care of it. At least they'd go out together. Dean looked over at Bobby.

"So now what?"

"Now we wait. We figured it'd take about two days to build up antibodies. Then I'll check your blood with the microscope and see if the infection is gone. If it is….when the time is right, we inject some of your blood back into Sam and hope it helps him fight the virus."

"And if the virus is still in my blood?"

"Then we lose and I back off and you boys figure out what you want to do." Bobby sad sadly hoping it wouldn't come to that.

The next morning

Dean had a restless night getting up often to check on Sam and to splash cool water on his own face. The virus had caused a fever in him as his body fought the invading cells. Sam had calmed down once the sun had come up and now lay exhausted his body glistening with perspiration. Dean sat by his bed sponging cool water over Sam's chest to cool him off, his only concern was for his brother not himself. Finally, in what seemed like eternity, Sam opened tired eyes and looked at him.

"Dean?"

"Yeah."

"You did it didn't you?" Dean didn't answer him. "Damn it Dean you should have let me take care of it. It would have been all over by now."

"This is going to work Sam, you'll see."

Sam leaned up as far as his restraints would allow him to get a closer look at his brother.

"You look like crap Dean. You're sick aren't you? Damn it Dean why'd you do it? You shouldn't have come looking for me. You should have left me finish it."

Bobby, hearing the brothers talking, walked into the room.

"Do you really have to ask why Sam? … He did it because you're his brother…. he didn't need any other reason." Bobby leaned over and took off Sam's restraints; he was no longer a danger to himself or others till the next full moon. He knew he didn't have to worry about Sam taking off again, at least not while Dean wasn't feeling well. "And you would have done the same thing." He added.

Sam knew that was true, he'd die for his brother if it meant his brother would live. But being on the other end of it, having Dean maybe sacrifice his life in order to help him was different. Each brother could handle their own pain and possible death, but neither wanted to even consider handling their brother's. Sam knew now that Dean had infected himself there was nothing he could do for him but wait and see what happened.

"You look beat Dean, why don't you lay down and get some rest." Sam said as he sat up.

"How're you feeling?" Dean looked at Sam with eyes he could barely keep open.

"A lot better then you." Sam could see the sweat glistening off of Dean's face and knew he had a fever. "Come on…." Sam said taking Dean's arm. "You got to get some rest." Dean, who normally would have fought any help from his brother, let Sam lead him over to a cot in the room. Sam then fluffed up the pillow and helped Dean lie down. "You'll feel better once you get some sleep." Sam said reassuringly.

"You're not going to take off on me again are you?" Dean asked looking up at his brother.

"No….I'm not going anywhere." Sam gave his brother a small smile. "We're in this together now till the bitter end."

TBC